Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.